Looking at the shop assistant who was now smiling at her and looking longingly at her body under the summer dress.?"So you need to apologise to me on ...our knees." he stated "I know just the place, you will love it!"?The shop assistant moved off towards the back of the supermarket with Raquel following him. He moved towards the staff exit at the back of the store beckoning Raquel through quickly. They moved down the corridor into the main warehouse area and moved across it to a door marked. "You're a slut." he said "what are you." He couldn't want me to answer, could he. He moved down to my breast and bit my nipple. The pain ripped through me and my scream filled the room."What are you." he asked again. "Please, don't make me say it." I begged."Ahhhhh." He'd bit my other nipple. "What are you." I looked into his eyes searching for some mercy " I'm your wife, the mother of our c***dren." I sobbed.The pain was intense as he bit down hard on my nipple again. I screamed as my body was. .I think it is my appreciation for such an amazing act of love. Of all the women I have been with, only a few would swallow my load and I think that makes me appreciate it so much that sharing a kiss with them when they are done, is my way of saying thank you. If you swallow it then I should share it with you…it is a sexy thing….but with you, it is more than that...it is deeper than that...like I want to share all of my body with you. Every single part of me wants to be shared with you. I. No matterthat somewhere a faint voice was screaming in warning and outrage that I wasin reality naked, collared, muzzled, and ordered into a corner like a dog,my over-whelming feeling was of contentment; of belief that this was my naturaland normal condition, my real raison d'etre. I mused on Ms Howard, and howeasily she had enslaved me. Was it her assertive femininity, her matter-of-factiron conviction that I would obey her, that had demolished my will in thosefirst few minutes? Or was.